Melancholy.
I went to a friend's birthday party tonight. It was a lot of fun but it only served to remind me of this:
I hate being around people.
There's a good reason for this. I always, always end up being the odd duck out. Every frickin' time, I'm the person who's running between conversations but never actually being involved in any of them.
So here I am, wallowing in my own melancholy.
I shouldn't be allowed outside.
I hate being around people.
There's a good reason for this. I always, always end up being the odd duck out. Every frickin' time, I'm the person who's running between conversations but never actually being involved in any of them.
So here I am, wallowing in my own melancholy.
I shouldn't be allowed outside.